Chapter 13: Picking on Me

Leonard Zimmerman arched his body to lift his hips off the bed, took a needle in his right hand, and slid it in a little above the perineum. After the needle went in, his fingers accidentally brushed Lauryn Tibbert's lacy panties. They were warm and slick. He glanced down. The whole pair was soaked, nearly transparent from those telltale stains, and even the bedsheet was dotted with glints that caught the light. Under the overhead light, they gleamed temptingly. "So sensitive!" he thought. No...